The morning wanes, and luncheon declares itself. When it has come to an end, Mona going slowly up the stairs to her own room is met there by one of the maids,—not her own,—who hands her a sealed note.,
"It is terrible," says Mona, with such exceeding earnestness that he could have hugged her on the spot.,
His face is slightly flushed, his whole manner full of importance. He advances to where the two girls are sitting, and stops opposite Mona..
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